Chapter 18 - Winner Or Loser?

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"Are you trying to kill me?" a voice groans from the doorway and I turn around, a devilish glint in my eyes. I'm wearing my sexiest swimsuit yet; a red one-piece with a V-neck push-up bra and strips rounding my ribs and stomach. I bend down to pick up the sunscreen and hold it to him, grinning at the hungry look in his eyes.

"Could you do my back?"

He narrows his eyes at me, knowing what I'm doing. But he still takes the bottle and squirts some lotion on his hands, motioning me to turn around. I do and soon feel his hands massaging my back expertly, avoiding the strips of fabric. My skin tingles where he touches. Okay, maybe this wasn't the best of ideas, I decide, my needs awakening.

"Done," he takes his hands off and I turn back around, catching the pleased expression on his face. He obviously noticed my reaction.

"Want me to do your ass, as well?" he asks innocently, eyeing my bottom.

"No thanks," I take the sunscreen from him. "I think I can handle it myself."

"Suit yourself," he grins and watches me lotion myself up. I try to do it in the sexiest way possible, and judging from the growing bulge in his pants, succeed.

"Well hello, there," I glance at it, biting my bottom lip seductively. He groans, pulling his board-shorts looser. "Ready to give up?"

He looks at me for a moment, his mind battling itself. I can see the want in his eyes, and feel it too, wanting him to fold so I can kiss his stupid mouth. He groans and turns away, leaving me standing there incredibly frustrated.

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"Cannonball!" Brett yells and lands in the pool with a giant splash. Miranda shrieks and swims out of the way, laughing.

"Pfft, I can do better than that" Mike brags and send water everywhere with his jump.

"Well duh, you're got more mass" Stella laughs, diving after him.

"Are you calling me fat?" Mike pretends to be offended.

"No!" Stella yells, terrified. "I meant your muscles!" But she's too late; Mike has already made a grab for her. He lifts her up in the air and throws her back to the water a few feet away.

She comes up spitting water. "You're going to pay for that!" She attacks him but he holds her off easily. Then she kisses him, taking him by surprise. His arms go slack and she pushes her advantage, using her whole body to push him underwater. When she lets him up, he just stares at her. Then as if moving as one, they reach for each other and start making out.

"Hey!" I holler at the couple, faking disgust even though I'm grinning inside. "Get a room!" They separate and flip me off.

"I thought that's never going to happen" Landon comes to stand next to me on the pool's edge, smiling big.

"I had no doubts," I smile smugly. He gives me a sidelong look. "What?"

"Nothing," he grins and pushes me into the water. I scream and manage to go down feet first. I swim back up coughing and pull myself out of the pool. I take a threatening step toward Landon, whose eyes widen. He takes a hesitant step backwards and bolts. I dart after him, careful not to slip.

We circle the pool and then the bar, coming to a standstill around a lounge chair. I make a quick decision and jump over it. He moves back just in time, but what he doesn't realize is, he's now close enough to the water. I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around him as we fall down in the water together. Our arms and legs get tangled up but we manage to separate and push to the surface.

"Now we're even," I push my wet hair out of my face, showing my tongue at him.

"I admit, that was pretty impressive," he concedes. "Way to sacrifice yourself."

"There's no triumph without loss. No victory without suffering. No freedom without sacrifice," I recite proudly, holding my head up.

"Did you just quote Lord of the Rings to me?" he asks, astonished.

"Maybe, " I grin. "Though I didn't think you'd know that."

He scoffs, "A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship."

I gape at him. "You're a Lord of the Rings nerd?" This can't be real.

"Who isn't?" he responds in a tone that says I should stop asking stupid questions. I'm too baffled to answer.

"Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them," Miranda grins, winking at the two of us. She's as much of a dork as I am, having spend hours watching the extended versions back-to-back with me, and we both read the books once a year. We both fancy ourselves some Aragorn.

I catch what she's insinuating and splash some water on her, warning her. She shrieks and soon we have a full-out water war going in.

"Okay, okay! I give!" I yell as Miranda, Brett and Landon combine forces against me.

"Took you long enough," she laughs but they hold off and we all climb out of the pool. The sun is starting to set, though around here it doesn't mean much of a temperature drop.

"Wanna go running before dinner?" Landon nudges my side. I haven't gone running once since we came here, so I'm all for it. We go change and meet outside, heading for smaller paths with less traffic instead of the main roads. When we've jogged for three miles, we turn back around.

"Last one back at the house makes breakfast tomorrow!" I yell and get a head start, but he catches up to me quickly. We run at a steady pace, both speeding up when we near the house. I work my muscles, pushing myself farther than ever. I reach the door half-a-step ahead, my lungs screaming.

"Victory!" I yell, spinning around and doing a little victory dance, shaking my booty. "Yes! Suck that, sucker!"

He just looks at me amused, catching his breath. "You're such a child."

I smack his chest lightly, "And you're just mad you got beaten by a girl."

"Or did I let said girl win?" he winks, stopping me. "I mean, knowing your cooking skills... even breakfast is a stretch."

"You did not let me win," I tell him confidently. I saw how hard he pushed himself. "You're too competitive for that," I smirk at him, knowing I'm right. "I'm expecting a queen-worthy breakfast in the morning," I skip inside the house and up the stairs.

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"We're heading to bed" Sophie yawns when the movie ends and shakes Nate gently to wake him up.

"Yeah, us too" Brett takes Miranda's hand and leads her to their bedroom. It's almost midnight. Riley waves us bye and heads to bed, as well, leaving me with Landon, Stella, and Mike.

"Uh" Stella sneaks a glance at Mike. "We're going to check out this one bar down the beach."

"Yeah, you go do just that," I bite back a smile and she swats at me, pulling Mike behind her. We hear the front door open and close a moment later.

"There's no bar, is there?" Landon chuckles.

"Nope," I pop the 'p'. He laughs. We look at each other.

"I, uh," he stands up. "I'm going to my room."

I stare after him, a plan forming on my mind. It's pretty simple, really. Whistling softly, I make my way to my room and dig through my suitcase, looking for something very specific. Ah, there it is. I kick of my pajamas and pull on the sheer black lace lingerie set I bought just for this. It has a crop top bustier, a garter belt and stockings. I let down my hair, shaking it loose, and brush my teeth.

"Landon?" I whisper and knock on his door. I hear shuffling and he opens the door, standing there in boxers only. His eyes go wide at the sight of me.

I grin and push him back in, closing the door behind me. He's too blown away to get a word out. I take advantage of it and close the gap between us.

I drag my fingers down his muscled chest, stopping at the hem of his boxers. He's already hard. I see the desire in his eyes, his breath hitching. I smile and move my hand back up and walk around him, my fingers grazing his back, his shoulders, his neck. The bet forbids sex and kissing, there was no talk of little touching.

"Ready to give in, yet?" I whisper in his ear. His eyes are dark with lust, but determination shines in them.

"And let you win? Never," he growls, his voice deep.

"We'll see," I smirk and push him back until he hits the chair next to the two single beds. His knees buckle and I push him down on it. Then I give him a sensual lap dance. I can see his resolve weaken every second. I'm so close to winning.

But then he grabs my waist and keeps me a prisoner in his lap. He looks me in the eye as his hands travel my body, teasing the edge of my panties, his fingers caressing the bare skin above the bustier. I can't help but throw my head back as his fingers reach my neck. His touch makes my skin burn with desire so strong I tremble.

"Ready to give in?" he whispers huskily, returning my words back to me. His hand goes to my hip, sliding down to the inside of my thigh. My heart picks up speed and my core is pulsing like crazy, wanting to be filled.

And then I kiss him.

He's still for a second, clearly shocked, but then he kisses me back, his mouth moving against mine hungrily. When we come up for air, he looks at me surprised.

"Avery..."

"I know," I say breathlessly, not caring about the bet anymore. "I lose. I don't care. I want you. Now."

He nods and stands up, me still in his arms. "Your room," he tells me and carries me there. I lock the door behind us and he throws me onto the bed.

He climbs in after me, propping himself up on his forearms. His mouth travels down my jaw to my neck, making my breath hitch. He sucks on a spot on my neck, his hand caressing my ass. His lips move farther down, kissing a line down my chest.

I arch my back and his fingers work the claps holding down the bustier and he tears it way. His mouth finds my hardened nipple and he sucks on it, making me moan. His hands replace his mouth as he continues kissing down my stomach to my hips, to the edge of the lace. His lips move down, over the flimsy fabric, his warm breath teasing my sex. Then he pulls down my panties and separates my legs, settling between them. I hold my breath in anticipation.

His mouth comes in contact with my wet core, his tongue darting around in circles as he pleasures me. I can't help but let out a loud moan, my back arching and fingers curling around his hair, edging him on. My legs tremble as I get close to the edge, and his hands hold onto my thighs tighter, keeping me in place. I let out a strangled cry when he tips me over the edge, the orgasm shaking me to the core.

I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath when he flips me over. His hands massage by ass, slapping it a few times, making me bite my lip in pleasure. Then he pushes two fingers into me, pumping them in and out. I can't help but groan into the pillow and he picks up the speed, his thumb caressing my clitoris. I'm close to coming again when he pulls his fingers out and turns me back around.

He stands up and takes off his boxers, freeing his hardened penis. I eye it hungrily, needing it inside me now.

He sees the look on my face and takes a hold of my ankles, pulling me into him. He raises my other leg up on his shoulder and then pushes into me.

I moan as his cock fills me. "Fuck," I can't help but curse as he thrusts into me, one moment going faster, the next slower and deeper. I can feel the dam building again. He pushes into me and I can tell he's close to coming. I hold back until I see he can't take it anymore. I let go at the same time as he comes inside me.

I take my leg of his shoulder and he crawls in next to me. We lay there side by side, both breathing heavily. I turn my head to look at him.

"You can stay the night," I say, not wanting him to go.

"You sure?" he asks carefully.

"Yeah," I nod and snuggle against his warm chest. "I mean, I do owe you a date and everything. Might as well sleep in the same bed."

He chuckles. "I told you I'd win."

I roll my eyes, "I know. You were right. For once."

"I'm always right."

"Sure," I laugh and push up on my elbow to see his face. "Round two?"

He grins and brings his lips down to mine.

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